Wednesday, January 21, 2009

RACE

Officially N wasn’t racing with C but unofficially they wanted to beat each other. Both were on their top gear and no streak of time witnessed either of them going past the other.

As they approached yet another traffic signal N slowed down seeing an old woman cross the road while C recklessly zoomed past her.

By the time N picked up his speed the signal had already turned red. He reluctantly slowed down, again, watching C drive away showing him a thumbs-down.

The speed was almost the same…my concern was justified but still I got stuck at the red signal and he…N sighed with disgust.

Waiting for the signal to turn green he wondered, “Does the colour of the signal, in the end, decide the outcome of every race?”



By: NovoneeL ChakrabortY